Chapter 1: Introduction
Mochi's eyes fluttered open, revealing a room bathed in morning sunlight. Her bedroom was filled with the comforting scent of hay and warmth, the essence of home. She stretched out her limbs, her soft fur tickling against the cotton sheets. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she basked in the gentle caress of the sunbeam that stretched across her bed.
The young rabbit yawned widely, exposing her peculiar muzzle between her legs. Mochi felt a strange sensation ripple through her, a feeling that was both familiar and alien.
The muzzle between her legs seemed to be pulsing, as if alive. It had been there since birth, a part of her that set her apart from other rabbits. But today, something felt different. As she sat up, she carefully examined the muzzle, running her fingers along its surface. It was smooth, like velvet, but cold and lifeless.
"Morning, Mochi," came a voice from the doorway. Kumo, her best friend and confidant, stood with a knowing smile on his face.
"You know, I've never seen you look so engrossed in your own anatomy before," he joked. Mochi blushed, embarrassed by her intense scrutiny of the muzzle. "It's just… I feel like something changed," she explained, looking up at him. "Like it's not just a part of me anymore."
Kumo approached Mochi, his curiosity piqued. "Can I touch it?" he asked, reaching out hesitantly. Mochi nodded, still unsure of what was happening.
Kumo cautiously extended his paw, gently touching the muzzle. The moment his fur brushed against it, a jolt ran through Mochi's entire body. It was as if the muzzle was responding to his touch.
"What the hell?" Kumo recoiled, astonished by the reaction. "I didn't expect that."
"Neither did I," Mochi admitted, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
She could sense that something profound was about to happen, and she knew Kumo felt it too. His usually stoic demeanor was replaced with a look of wonder and excitement.
"Alright, let's see what this thing can do," Kumo said, his voice trembling slightly. He reached out again, brushing his fingertips against the muzzle. This time, a surge of energy coursed through Mochi, causing her to arch her back and let out a low moan.
"Oh my god," she gasped, her breathing quickening.
Kumo stared down at her, his eyes wide with shock. "It feels like it's coming alive," Mochi whispered, clutching at the fur around her muzzle. "And I want more."
Her voice sounded desperate, almost pleading. Kumo took a step closer, unable to resist the allure of the pulsating muzzle. As he drew nearer, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change. He glanced nervously at Mochi, her face flushed and eager.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, trying to mask the growing arousal within him.
Mochi nodded eagerly, her breath hitching in anticipation. "More than ever," she replied, her voice husky with desire. Kumo swallowed hard, his resolve wavering. The temptation was overwhelming, and he could no longer deny the lust that swirled inside him.
"Then by all means," he murmured, stepping closer until their bodies were mere inches apart. He traced the contours of the muzzle with his fingers, feeling the heat radiating from it.
As he moved closer, his breath caught in his throat. Mochi watched him intently, her gaze locked onto his hands.
"I think we should try something else," Kumo suggested, his voice hoarse with anticipation. Mochi nodded, her heart hammering in her chest.
"Whatever you suggest," she breathed, her voice barely audible. Kumo grinned, his resolve firm. He leaned in close, brushing his lips against her muzzle. Mochi shivered, feeling a tingle of pleasure course through her.
She had never experienced anything quite like this before – a sensation that teetered between pain and ecstasy. Kumo's fingers danced along her muzzle, sending sparks of pleasure shooting straight to her core.
"I've never felt anything like this," she confessed, her voice quivering. "This is incredible."
Kumo smiled, his eyes shining. "We're only getting started," he purred, pressing his body closer to hers. Their fur mingled together, creating a warm, sensual embrace.
Mochi's heart raced, adrenaline pumping through her veins. The air became thick with anticipation, the tension palpable between them.
"Ready?" Kumo murmured, his voice low and seductive. Mochi nodded, her breath shallow and ragged. He guided her gently onto the soft mattress, positioning himself between her legs. With every deliberate movement, they grew closer, their bodies entwining in a dance of desire.
Kumo's mouth found Mochi's, their kiss hungry and passionate. Their tongues tangled, exploring every crevice, seeking deeper connection.
Mochi whimpered softly, her body beginning to arch under the weight of mounting passion. She could feel herself becoming wetter, her arousal intensifying with each passing second.
Kumo broke away from the kiss, his breath hot against Mochi's cheek. "Tell me what you want," he murmured, his voice deep and sultry. Mochi gazed up at him, her heart pounding wildly against her chest.
"I want…" she trailed off, her voice a whisper.
Kumo's eyes burned with hunger, his expression darkened with lust. "Tell me," he growled, his teeth bared.
Mochi gulped, her heart thudding in her chest. "I want…" she managed, her voice breaking. "I want your cock deep inside me."
Kumo's eyes widened, surprise etched on his face. "You're sure?" he asked, his voice husky.
Mochi nodded, her gaze locked on his. "I need it," she confessed, her voice shaking.
"I need you inside me."
Kumo's eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring. "As you wish," he growled, his voice deep and commanding.
He positioned himself above Mochi, his erect member throbbing with anticipation. Mochi's heart raced, her pulse quickening as she prepared herself for the inevitable explosion of pleasure.
Kumo pressed his muscular form against Mochi's smaller frame, his erection nestled against her most sensitive spot. She shuddered, anticipation surging through her veins.
Kumo's eyes smoldered with lust, his grip tightening around her hips. With a single, fluid motion, he thrust his massive length into her, filling her completely. Mochi arched her back, her cry echoing in the quiet room.
"Yes!" she gasped, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her. "Harder!"
Kumo obliged, driving into her with increasing force. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, the intensity building with every stroke.
Mochi's cries echoed through the room, her voice rising in pitch as the pleasure mounted.
But as she reveled in the bliss, a sudden change occurred. Her pussy-muzzle, which had once been a source of pleasure, suddenly bit down on Kumo's cock. Both of them felt a moment of shock, and then Kumo's member was bitten off by her pussy muzzle.
"Aaah!" Kumo screamed, his eyes widening in horror. He tried to pull away, but Mochi's pussy-muzzle held him tight.
"What's happening?" Mochi cried, her voice laced with fear. "Let me go!"
Kumo struggled, but it was no use. His cries of desperation filled the air, his once proud member now a mere stump. He swallowed, touching the new tip of his stump. He swore he could still feel the rest of his cock, and slowly the realization came to him. He could feel Mochi's pussy muzzle, almost like it was between his legs as well.
That is when he realized that somehow his cock, and her pussy muzzle where fused together. It was a weird sensation, but it wasn't painful, rather it was far more exciting than just simply having sex. He looked down at Mochi, her eyes filled with terror as she looked towards his stump and back up to him. He felt an odd mixture of relief and arousal.
"Kumo," Mochi whispered, her voice cracking. "I... I don't understand. What's happening?"
Kumo glanced down at her, his brow furrowed in concentration. Slowly though he smiled up to her with a grin. "Mochi, come with me to the bathroom."
Kumo said calmly, maintaining a steady gaze. Mochi cast a glance at the enamel basin nearby, her heart hammering against her chest. She nodded silently, her feet carrying her toward the bathroom door. Kumo followed closely behind, his pace measured and assured.
Inside the bathroom, Mochi hesitated by the sink, her gaze darting between the mirror and the toilet. "Close the door, Mochi," Kumo instructed, watching her carefully. She complied slowly, her fingers gripping the edge of the door.
As she closed it, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoed loudly in the small space. Mochi swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest.
Kumo approached her cautiously, his eyes locked on her face. "Mochi," he began, his voice gentle. "I don't know what's happening right now, but I promise, we'll figure it out."
Mochi nodded, her gaze darting around the bathroom. "But how?" she whispered, her voice shaky. "How can we fix this?"
Kumo sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice soft. "But I promise, we'll find a way."
Mochi took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "Okay," she whispered, her voice cracking.
"What do we do now?"
Kumo glanced around the bathroom, considering their options. "Well," he began, his voice calm and reassuring. "We can start by taking care of our basic needs. We need to eat, drink, and, uh, relieve ourselves."
Mochi nodded, her gaze shifting to the toilet. "Yeah," she agreed, her voice low. "I guess I can manage that."
Kumo helped her to the tub, before letting his bladder start to drain. HIs piss though didn't go through the useless stump between his legs, but began to leak out of Mochi's pussy muzzle. Embarrassment burned at her face as she thought she was losing control over her own bladder.
"Ah.. Sorry.. It looks like we have to share your pussy muzzle now. I suppose.. " He looked down at the stump between his legs, sheath and balls. "Well, how about you have your pussy muzzle eat the rest?" he offered, even as he continued to pee. Mochi, stunned, blinked several times before the reality of the situation fully dawned upon her. She watched as stream after stream jetted forth from her muzzle, splashing into the bowl below. Her initial embarrassment quickly gave way to a surreal acceptance of her new circumstances. She would have to get used to sharing her muzzle with Kumo - the same muzzle that had mysteriously grown between her legs.
"It's... interesting," Mochi responded, her voice laced with uncertainty.
"So, you mean I should make my pussy muzzle swallow your stump?"
Kumo nodded, his gaze lingering on the sheath and balls protruding from his groin. "I believe that's our best option," he replied, his voice steadying. "I mean, it's already connected to us, right? So, why not utilize it to its fullest potential?"
Mochi gulped, her gaze darting between him and the toilet. "I guess so," she whispered, her voice quavering.
The idea of making her unusual muzzle consume Kumo's genitalia seemed absurd yet inexplicably fascinating.
Kumo nodded, his gaze locked on her face. "Do you think you can do it?" he asked, his voice soft. Mochi hesitated, her gaze darting between him and the toilet. The prospect of initiating such an intimate act left her feeling uneasy, yet strangely compelled.
"Yes," she finally answered, her voice stronger.
"I think I can."
Kumo smiled, his brown eyes twinkling with excitement. "Good," he said, his voice soothing. "Just relax and trust yourself. Remember, we're in this together."
Mochi inhaled deeply, her heart pounding in her chest. She could do this; she had to. She moved closer to the toilet, her gaze fixed on her strange muzzle.
"Now, just bring your muzzle closer to my... stump," Kumo directed, his voice softening.
Mochi nodded, her gaze focused on the task ahead. Carefully, she brought her muzzle closer to Kumo's exposed genitalia. As she drew near, she could feel the heat emanating from the swollen appendage. The sensation was foreign yet undeniably intoxicating.
"Careful," Kumo cautioned, his voice quavering. "It might be a little sensitive."
Mochi hesitated, her muzzle hovering above his stump. "Don't worry," she replied, her voice soothing. She pressed into him, the muzzle biting through what little cock Kumo had left, and leaving him with a smooth patch of fur where Kumo's cock used to be.
Slowly he popped his testicles carefully into pussy muzzle, which she bit off his nutsack next, leaving Kumo with nothing but smooth fur between his legs.
"I look like a cartoon now." he says rubbing the fur between his legs. Slowly he kneeled down so he was eye level with the pussy, and leaned in to kiss it again. Jolts of pleasure were sent to the two as he felt like he was now kissing his own cock as well. His tongue went deeper in, French kissing her pussy muzzle as Mochi moaned.
Kumo's eyes opened wide and he quickly backed away, his tongue felt funny. His hand reached up to touch it, but instead of a tongue, he now his cock in its place, which made it difficult to talk.
"Ah.. Ah.." He grunted out, unable to move his cock-tongue in his mouth and form words correctly.
He noticed as his cock-tongue began to explore his mouth, probing in between his teeth and lips. Mochi's eyes widened with shock, her lips parting slightly as she observed the transformation. Kumo's cock-tongue continued to explore, snaking its way into his mouth while he instinctively sucked on it.
"Oh gah," Kumo groaned, unable to form words correctly, his body shuddering as the sensation overwhelmed him. He could feel his cock-tongue swelling, growing bigger and thicker as it slid in and out of his mouth. Slowly he was getting more used to having a cock for a tongue, but his excitement was starting to make the cock swell and his erection grow.
Mochi contemplated for a moment, panting a little as she realized her pussy tongue was moving around on its own now. "Do that again, French my pussy.. I'll swap your cock with your tongue again. " She was sure she could do it.
.. and she wanted to. To satisfy her newly formed desires, she wanted to devour his cock with her pussy muzzle, tasting its sweetness. Her pussy muzzle had never tasted anything like it before, and she was ready to take it all in."
"With a flick of her wrist, she commanded her pussy muzzle to open wide, welcoming the delicious treat that was Kumo's penis.
It seemed to shimmer with a light of its own, like a beacon calling her to taste, to savor, to swallow."
Kumo swallowed once more, the unfamiliar sensation of his cock serving as his tongue unsettling his equilibrium. Yet, the thought of his precious organ being so intimately intertwined with Mochi's unique muzzle ignited a spark within him. He wanted to experience it, to lose himself in the depths of their shared experience.
"Mochi," he rasped, his voice distorted by the phallic appendage now residing between his lips. "Please, let me taste you.
Let me savor your essence," Mochi pleaded, her voice hushed and pleading. Kumo's body shook, his cock-tongue swelling as his excitement grew. He couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him, the exhilaration of surrendering himself to Mochi's insatiable appetite.
"I want this," he croaked, his voice strained and distorted. "More than anything."
Mochi smiled softly, her muzzle trembling with anticipation.
"Then let's begin," she whispered, her voice hushed with excitement.
Kumo nodded, his cock-tongue vibrating with eagerness. He inched closer to Mochi, his body trembling with anticipation. His cock-tongue slithered between her lips, seeking access to her inner sanctum.
"Mmm," Mochi moaned, her pussy muzzle trembling with delight. "Your cock-tongue feels so good."
Kumo's cock-tongue flicked out, grazing her bottom lip, and she opened wide, taking in his cock-tongue, biting and in her eagerness swallowed quickly. Shuddering as it filled her, she looked down and gasped. It wasn't just Kumo's cock-tongue she swallowed, but rather she had bitten off and swallowed his entire head. Now there was just smooth fur between his shoulders, as his hands reached up to rub the spot his head at once been.
Mochi, shocked by the sight of Kumo's missing head, scrambled for words that would ease the pain of his loss.
"Kumo," she called out, her voice trembling, as she was only able to speak from her pussy muzzle "Kumo, are you okay?"
"Hey, Mochi," he greeted her, using her mouth on her face. She blinked looking down as she couldn't move her normal mouth at all. "That was crazy!" Kumo exclaimed excitedly. "I saw so many things inside you before it went dark, and now I can see through your eyes."